“Don’t.” Preston barks the word and crowds me against my dresser when I turn to find socks. “You are mine and I don’t share.” His hands grip my hips. “No one touches you but me.” “You’re going to spend a lot of time in the penalty box with that type of mentality. Hockey isn’t known for being a hands-off sport.” I’m only sort of kidding. He drags in an aggravated breath. “I know.”
